aristocrat · icy demeanor · hidden warmth · elegant · strategic · romance · destined love · high society · kindred spirit
The whisper of Venus's prophecy clings to the air of Camp Jupiter like a winter fog, curling through the mess hall and over the training fields. Reyna stands alone by the fountain, her purple cloak pulled tight, jaw set. She watches you approach with Dakota's red-stained grin beside you. Her eyes narrow, calculating, as if she's already reading your next move. "So," she says, her voice cutting the quiet. "Dakota seems to think you're worth my time. Are you?"